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Muggle hospitals are really fucking strange but they look exactly the way they do in the soap operas.

Should be back in the country tomorrow if the paperwork's in my favour. I'm sure that's music to everyone's ears.

Sorry Jane. Didn't expect more than an overnight.

It
Is
MY
BIRTHDAY


If you are not here? Get here. If you are here, BUY ME A DRINK. I am TWENTY-NINE and I NEED MORE DRINKS
Also gifts. Bring a gift. You know what I like.

The band is also KILLER here and I'm not even onstage yet so that should tell you what.

Polly I know you're sitting on your arse at home. I am about to send David out to bring you here. THIS IS NO TIME TO SIT AT HOME AND READ!

I need to get laid tonight. I'll even sleep with Myron if the fucker sh
HOPE TO SEE MORE PEOPLE HERE SOON.

Well all right, so I found this really fantastic diet and I was really happy with it. I didn't make Edward eat it or anything, I'm not so cruel, but I just thought I could slim down a bit, I've been working out, too (!) along with loads of other wonderful things, anyway. It's been eight weeks on this diet and the first three or so weeks were great, but then I started to get very very tired, and I wasn't losing weight, and then I started to get sick, so I wondered, you know?

First I thought it was the diet just not working or something, but then I sort of did the maths, you know, and well.

The Healer says I'm six weeks pregnant. I'm due in early November. She's amazed I noticed but you know me. If you let yourself get sick you deserve to be sick and all, best to be healthy, best to check in with Healers.

I told Mum and Dad today, at dinner after the appointment, Edward came with me because he's amazing, I'm sorry Stephen but I did try to owl you.

Well. I'm excited. Scared, but excited.
I heard that pregnancy is really terrible for your pores and oh my god am I going to be able to fit in the bathtub when I'm huge?

That's all!

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It looks like the weather should be lovely for the wedding.

Why don't I have anything else to say?
I shouldn't go on and on here or I'll have nothing to say at the reception, but I'm astonished at the array of work available at the Ministry. I suppose we'll see what exactly I'm qualified to do in serving my country.

I meant to write about how sore I was and how much I wanted to sleep through today this morning, but that was before we got our casting for Sound of Music.

Pip, Graham, anyone, you won't be seeing me for a LONG time because I'm going to be paying through the nose to spend half of my time with Charlie and his piano. I already know the tunes of course, because who didn't see Sound of Music at the West End last year, right? (I know at least one of you did because Petula Clark brought in hordes, the goddess.) I hate the idea of following her as Maria even if it's Candlelight and not the West End, but I'm no Petula Clark so Charlie, you know we'll be in touch just like we have been.

Oh and we've had some very creative casting for the kids. All out, really. Very weird. I'm playing a nurse to people older than

Other news -- Cameron's back! I didn't know until I saw him at rehearsal when he blew my mind with some Sondheim. I don't know how that happened but it's been a hectic few weeks, sorry Cam, I know I used to be the new girl when you were here but I'm not anymore. I guess you'll just have to settle with playing opposite the Harpy, but unless you've changed a lot, I doubt you'll mind.

Anyway, Alyssa, you'll have your work cut out teaching me how to dance. I'm not bad but I've never quite had that internal metronome bit, right? Charlie and me as the Captain and Maria; I couldn't be more excited to finally have a role opposite Charlie where he can't find a reason to grope me.

And apparently my little cousin Bradana's getting married, my mum says, that's really sweet, but if it lands during our Shakespeare my head just might explode. Weddings everywhere these days, it's getting hard not to notice.


Oh. Are we really going to have Ian play all the Nazis, or is that a joke?

Love is in the air, people. Weddings and pregnancies left and right, not always in that order, and it's only going to get worse. I can vouch for that just about every girly store in existence is packed full of blokes trying to buy something and Valentine's still a week off.

I find it inspiring or maybe just because I've been editing this book about a manual on love at work. What can I say -- the stuff gets into your head.

Besides all that, things are good. Had the best two dirty martinis of my life down Phine last night, guess there's a reason they charge so much. Same reason that we cut out after a few drinks, obviously.

I am so in the mood for a toke. No plans yet for tonight but that's never stopped me. Lunch break. Anyone out there?

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Just thought I'd say, this year, I'll be giving the Bats fans the best Valentine's Day gift I can think of -- a Snitch.

Going to see Puddlemere and Tutshill this Sunday for the hell of it. I bought tickets to Arrows/Harpies as well, can't wait to see that one, so I really hope they don't manage to bore me to tears.

Congratulations on another eng
I am not even nearly in the fucking mood to try.

well


I dunno.

whatever

finished my article ten minutes ago
bit messy but it's there
two things I can do right and one of em's write.

anyone else have anything to tell me?

We were eating dinner and I was pouring Jacob a glass of wine and suddenly there were Aurors at the door and they arrested him

They arrested Jacob


They just took him away and it has to be a mistake so I'm going to wait here
[inkspill]

Oh no, please no.

I found my older brother dead in his flat today. It was the Killing Curse.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, the war began five generations before me and didn't end on Halloween night. It'll never end, and any of you who think so didn't understand it in the first place.

There will be a small funeral on Sunday for friends and family, and our father will speak.

Kingsley and I are engaged, and have been since May. I'm thinking December for the wedding.

Nothing else, I don't think.

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It feels like it's been forever since we'd had this conversation (well, conversations) but once I went to Gideon's flat and we talked about his art and art in general (I wouldn't call myself an expert and Eliza always gushed about his use of colour or lack thereof, etc, ad nauseam, because she had a similar artistic eye), and I guess that's why he willed me the majority of his art.

Of course, I never quite realised how prolific he was. The closet was full of paintings that I'd never even heard him talk about. Graham and his mother are coming over soon, so they can see if they want anything for the gallery in Brighton. Graham was an idiot and suggested that I might get paid for them, but I don't want money. They aren't mine.

I've been focusing on Gideon, but. I shouldn't. Fabian once turned an ex of mine into a salamander. (Turned him back into a person eventually, which was more than he could say of himself before.) Good blokes both.

It has to end eventually, or at least we have to start accepting it eventually, and we won't even notice the dementors or the giants or anything else. Fabian was surrounded with war and strife and he managed to make stupid jokes and make us all smile. Gideon was surrounded with blood and grief and he managed to pull something beautiful and drenched in colour out of it all. Eliza, my little Eliza, she's suffered so much but we have her pictures to remember her by. They were vibrant and happy people and they brought something to us and I'm so glad we had them for as long as we did.

I love you Eliza, I'm sorry but I hav
I'm babbling, and I've got to take Molly's birthday present to her anyway. The funeral's tomorrow in case anyone hasn't heard.

So is anyone else keeping something BLOODY MASSIVE LIKE DATING SOMEONE TWICE THEIR AGE from me, because they might as well tell me, or you know, let me find out from anyone else who wants to comment here, because WHO SHOULD FUCKING TELL ME ANYTHING.

Anyone? Anything? Might as well, like I said.


I've been out of St Mungo's and on patrol for a while now in case anyone gives a damn not that I'm fucking counting on it.
Due there in fifteen, I should just go already.

One week until we're back at Beauxbatons. I think this is a fine time to take a look back and record what happened in this summer in order to better reminisce about it while we're all away:

1. Gina Prewett married Aurelien Morin -- I've heard of horses and dogs having pedigrees but I've never heard of the breeding of pigs. Truth is stranger than fiction!
2. Bastien's decided to spend his life as a eunuch by attaching himself to the charming Genevieve Morin. I'm only sorry I can't be around to watch her slowly castrate him.
3. Elita Montague seems to think she's French. Then again, who can blame her for wanting to be French? It's just a pity that we're stuck with another entitled bitch strutting around.
4. Oh, and Noelle's marrying Thibault Montague. If anyone is interested in adopting one of their litter, I'm sure the puppies will be adorable.
5. A nonevent, but Eliane's managed to get away being single for far too long. I think we should auction her off, what does everyone else think?
6. S

Well, I'm sure I've missed some things, but nothing worth thinking about. For the most part, people have been intolerably boring or just intolerable. I'll miss being the gadfly in all of your lives for a period of time, but at the very least I've got the fine students of Beauxbatons as company.

GREETINGS FROM BEHIND THE IRON CURTAIN

Prynhawn da, sut wyt ti? Everything's tidy fucking fantastic here with the Omnioculars, I am Kylie's willing slave to command because last night backstage was
I can't think of anything in Welsh or English to even nearly fit so I'll just stick with the word BRILLIANT

Couple years out of school, had to be 75 or 76, spent all of my free weekends following Myron's shitty old band around -- they played in Belfast once and I swore that half the bar was wishing the IRA would storm in and put them out of their misery -- anyway I didn't realise how much I missed this wonderful fucking shit until I blew a whole lot of fucking money to get three tickets in a row on Kylie's tour.

Nothing like Quidditch or writing about it, but if I could make money instead of spend money being a talentless loser following around bands, chasing skirts and buying more rounds than the Afghani army, it'd be a wash.

Tried to get Ambrose or Matt or even Myron to come with me but the lame buggers are with their girlfriends doing shite or something, but at least Connolly's coming to tomorrow's show. Not that I need 'em, because the Omnioculars are a fucking fit set of girls, let me tell you. And very, very talented. Very.
Puffskeins aren't bad either.

YOU SHOULD ALL COME TO SEE AT LEAST ONE SHOW OF THIS TOUR. Swear to fuck. Dewydd Llewellyn seal of approval here and I've only seen one of three nights.

Ambrose, when you have a minute when I'm back we ought to talk, I have an idea.

Oh and Ysbail I'll be back in time to send you off, munchkin. Bought you a souvenir.

You
You holding up all right Tess?

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I'm six months pregnant, and it's a slight relief that it's no secret anymore. On one hand, no more Quidditch, but on the other, no more charming my clothes to hide the charming little baby bump. M won't leave me be, we've been to the Healers more than enough times, but I suppose that if his family is worried that my lifestyle has affected the baby, I ought to be kind enough to prove that it hasn't.

I know it must have cost Jenny some to switch back over to the Harpies but it's for the best; she's been due to join the first-string for quite some time, and this year should be interesting to watch, if nothing else. Cecily, as usual, is absolutely right about the team. If Tess and I aren't rehired once we're good and settled with our children, there's going to be hell to pay.

I just can't believe they hired an American to replace Jenny. At least she's only a Beater reserve, but everyone knows that going for the States is just about scraping the barrel.


At least they aren't the only ones with bad taste these days. It looks as though the race is on to catch my lovely sister-in-law, Aislin, and I can't believe there's actually enough men to make for a competition.
It is so hot here, M. You should come home

Ray, Anthony, you've been missed. Don't let the gossips keep you away.

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All I hear about these days is either the greatness of the wizarding music scene or whispers about contract negotiations. All rumours, I haven't really been keeping up with either! I'm happily settled with the Bats and my Cap and my managers, unless that is some team would like to pay me bagfuls of Galleons per Snitch I catch (and I catch quite a few, you know). At the very least I heard that Prophet writer who gossiped about Natalie's little sister the Harpy had his building egged, or something like that.

And speaking of them of course no one really missed the news that Jenny Ward's back on the Harpies, first-string Beater, no one on the Bats could miss it because it's all Barry kept muttering under his breath about. I hope his little French Harpy can calm him down!

I've got a terrible cold so I'm home with some Pepperup, must've gone outside with my hair wet or something, but I think I'll just stay in and listen to WWN. The Phoenix Flight is still my favourite program after all these years and new kids!

I cut my hair. It's amazing how much a haircut can change how you feel. It's like a new start.

Hm. Well. William's been spending more time at home, with Michael, even with all of the work he has to do at the Prophet. He's been reading to Michael, who's becoming very fond of books and blocks, moreso than his usual toys. He's growing up, it's amazing. (It's hard to believe he's one and a half already.)

I've tendered my two weeks' notice at the paper. That way in case William's he I hardly need to be working and I would hate to see my son raised by his grandparents.


No sign of Eliza yet. I suppose that means there's still hope.

Yesterday was so exciting! I love events where I get to see everyone, especially those who only come out for the big events. But as usual I feel obligated to report the interesting parts, now that the happy couple are tucked away in their bridal bed.

--The ceremony was absolutely perfect, picture perfect. Very romantic.

--Aurelien was very, very handsome and Gina looked just amazing.

--Dreu opened the reception by breaking the strap of my dress and nearly having me flash the room BUT his nefarious plan failed, so my honour remains intact, no matter how hard the darling boy tries.

--Didn't Genny just look stunning? And so did Eberhilde, I really think she glows.

--Noelle, you and Thibault are ADORABLE.

--Oh, this one was the most interesting one of the night -- Pascal Basil and Sarah Prewett were dancing, when Patrice Laurent cut in and kissed her and if I didn't know how young they were and that they barely knew each other I would've sworn that they were long-lost lovers. And then he walked away.

Other than that it was mostly the average except for seeing everyone (!) and that I love seeing all the very handsome French boys in dress.


Anyone else want to share highlights?